This time, Raistlin was not present for the draining and release of this particular tank. Chosen number two hundred and fifty one thousand, seven hundred and... something or other...
Well, the human reincarnation of Raistlin's former coworker had triggered the automatic release protocol. That happened, now and then, when one of the Chosen was... well enough. Raistlin had set up the CDC itself to handle it without his direct supervision. This was the last functional part of Haven, and he was the last functional Power. The rest floated in their own tanks, repairing; healing. Just like most of the Chosen.
That included the vat that Sanzo hid behind. Each was lit from within, just a little bit. Just enough to see a vague shape in the opaque fluid. Humanoid. Naked too, no doubt, but hidden from view by that opacity. There weren't any more gurneys with arranged belongings, so this one must not be about to wake up.
Someday. One day. A million years. It didn't matter in the pocket dimension of Haven, not until one woke back up.
But of course, the master of this place knew when a tank activated. He knew which tank, and he knew where its occupant had gone. That he didn't yet appear, well... was that a good thing, or a bad thing?
The vats and their contents had no insight to share. They stretched on into the abyss, dim lights spaced apart, in every direction, for seemingly forever. Here and there, a light was missing. Another opened tank? But not many. Mere specks, compared to the rest.
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Date: Apr. 1st, 2016 06:56 am (UTC)Well, the human reincarnation of Raistlin's former coworker had triggered the automatic release protocol. That happened, now and then, when one of the Chosen was... well enough. Raistlin had set up the CDC itself to handle it without his direct supervision. This was the last functional part of Haven, and he was the last functional Power. The rest floated in their own tanks, repairing; healing. Just like most of the Chosen.
That included the vat that Sanzo hid behind. Each was lit from within, just a little bit. Just enough to see a vague shape in the opaque fluid. Humanoid. Naked too, no doubt, but hidden from view by that opacity. There weren't any more gurneys with arranged belongings, so this one must not be about to wake up.
Someday. One day. A million years. It didn't matter in the pocket dimension of Haven, not until one woke back up.
But of course, the master of this place knew when a tank activated. He knew which tank, and he knew where its occupant had gone. That he didn't yet appear, well... was that a good thing, or a bad thing?
The vats and their contents had no insight to share. They stretched on into the abyss, dim lights spaced apart, in every direction, for seemingly forever. Here and there, a light was missing. Another opened tank? But not many. Mere specks, compared to the rest.